Mr. Smith, Sr.,
Have you ever read Where the Wild Things Are? I feel like you might be Max. Hear me out.
Your early career was spent in Carolina, and while most NFL locker rooms are not exactly full of choir boys, you were always the baddest cat around. It was not a question. Not evil, like some other former Panthers, you know who I mean. But in a place literally full of bad cats, you were Baddest Cat. It was never in question. And further, you were historically great, not just as a receiver, but as the Franchise Bad Cat.